


Overseas

by InMoNochrome, pjlover666



Category: Transformers - All Media Types
Genre: ...at the end, AU, Biting, Double Penetration, Kinks, Long-Distance Relationship, Love Story, M/M, Merformers, Oneshot, Porn with some plot, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, mythformers, pwsp
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-03-22
Updated: 2018-03-22
Packaged: 2019-04-06 17:11:26
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,145
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14061561
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/InMoNochrome/pseuds/InMoNochrome, https://archiveofourown.org/users/pjlover666/pseuds/pjlover666
Summary: Prowl has to make a choice between his love for the sea and his love for Jazz.





	Overseas

The moon was up high that night and the water was exceptionally warm. Jazz smiled at the soft breeze coming from the sea as he followed the white path reflected by the moon slightly deeper into the water until it reached his waist. He loved the sea. How fresh it was and even simply the smell. 

Jazz gave a soft content hum and waited, enjoying the soft splashes of the waves against his plating in the dark night.

A red fin breeched a short distance away and paused in Jazz's gerneral direction before it went back under. Red and ivory scales shined under the waters surface as the large fish approached, causing waves to ripple around Jazz's legs.

Clawed servos grabbed Jazz's hips from behind.

Jazz startled at the sudden contact but didn't try to pry off the sharp claws. He gave a soft sigh. "Do you always have to ruin my finish? Mechs always wonder what are the odd markings on my plating..." Jazz grumbled but there was no malice behind it.

Prowl chuckled as he surfaced from the water to hug Jazz from behind, his servos dancing along the other's frame as he did so, "How else am I to stake my claim and keep others away from what's mine?" He nipped an audial horn with his sharp denta before he circled around to Jazz's front.

Jazz gave a soft hiss and reached to rub his sensor horn. "Yeah, pity all of the mechs don't actually know it's a claim." He said drily but offered the other a smile. "Hey lover…missed you." He murmured.

Prowl flashed his fangs as he grinned down at the other, "Missed you too." He purred back as he carefully encircled Jazz in his arms from behind and slowly dragged him back into deeper water.

Jazz's breath as always hitched when Prowl pulled him deeper and couldn't help but hug the other if and when he lost the ground under his pedes. He nuzzled his face before stealing a kiss, mindful of the sharp fangs.

Prowl eagerly returned the kiss as he dragged his servos down Jazz's sides and to his hips. 

"So impatient." Jazz mumbled against his lips. "Do I leave you always so needy?" He laughed.

"I'd never let you go if that was the case," Prowl chuckled as he rutted lightly against Jazz's closed panel, "But maybe we can try something different tonight?"

"Different? From getting fragged in the deep dark waters?" Jazz chuckled softly, smiling at the other under the moonlight but nodded. "Alright, I'm listening."

Prowl kept one servo under Jazz to keep him afloat as he swam back around to the smaller’s front, "Well for starters..." He trailed off as he brought his free servo to Jazz's valve panel from behind and scratched it lightly with intent before he dragged it back to his aft panel, "Open these?"

Jazz actually startled at that to the point where he almost shifted out of Prowl's grasp and that was very bad because like all groundbound mechs - he couldn't swim! 

"...Wait, what?" Jazz asked, surprised. "Love, I think you're mistaking your panels." 

"Oh no, I do mean both panels, dear," He brushed his cheek against Jazz's over the smaller’s shoulder before he nipped him again, this time on the neck.

Jazz gave a soft gasp, wincing but he was used to his lover's antics. "Both? But... really?" Jazz asked, shocked. "What are you gonna do with that port?"

"Nothing to be concerned about," Prowl assured as he bumped his front against his lovers back, "I assure you, that you'll love this."

Jazz hesitated for a little while longer before he snapped back both covers, feeling the cooler waters caress his parts. "...no one uses that port. It's rudimentary. I have no idea what you're planning, love."

Prowl hummed as he brushed his claws over the two ports and swiftly wrapped his arms around the Jazz's waist. He covered Jazz's parts and swiftly swam them to a cluster of sea rocks and hoisted them both on top of the largest he could find.

Jazz reached to pet the other's tail that was on the rock and gave Prowl a curious look when he saw... 

"Primus, is that a fake spike?" Jazz asked, shocked.

Prowl smirked as he moved to hover over his small lover, "No dear, it is not." He kissed him square on the lips as he pressed his claspers against Jazz's inner thigh.

"...I...seriously don't know what to say." Jazz stared, still in shock. "Primus and they...both work? How come I never saw the second one before. Is it real? No, I mean... is it like a defect or is that like a thing among your kind?"

"Quite normal, really," Prowl informed as his servos danced down Jazz's thigh to his equipment before dipping inside, "I don't always pressurize them both."

"I've noticed." Jazz deadpanned before gasping at the touch as he kept staring at the two spikes. "Does this mean you have two valves?" He asked, curious.

"Just one," He chuckled, choosing not to mention that the only reason his kind had two was to trick their partners into mating. Only one spike actually 'worked' after all.

"Then what's with the two spikes? Do they even fit together in one valve?" Primus, why couldn't he stop staring at the two spikes?

Prowl chuckled, "They're claspers, and I'm sure I could fit them with enough stretching." He commented with a smirk and glint in his optic as he met Jazz's visor.

Jazz blinked at him, "You wanna spike me with both spikes in my valve?" That did sound interesting but Jazz wasn't sure it could actually work.

"I was thinking more, one in each port," The mer commented offhandedly as he moved his digits with more intent in Jazz's valve before he shifted his servo to his lover’s aft port.

"You wanna put a spike in my aft port?!" Jazz asked, shocked. "How...I mean, that's absurd. It won't fit. That port doesn't even have a function anymore."

"Just takes a bit of stretching," Prowl replied simply as he rolled Jazz to lie on his side. "You'll need to be more worked up though," He commented as he tested how wet the smaller was and frowned.

"I'm still trying to get over the fact that you wanna frag me in the aft." Jazz watched the other over his shoulder. "I feel embarrassed. Have.... have you even done this before?"

"You are the only biped I have fragged, Jazz. So no, I have not."

"...I have no idea in that case how these ideas pop in your head." Jazz said drily.

Prowl shrugged, not answering as he finally got Jazz's valve to begin producing a decent amount of lubricant that he then began using to stretch Jazz's aft port. He pushed one digit in slowly and watched Jazz's face for any signs of pain as he pressed forward.

Jazz made a startled sound, shocked by the new and unfamiliar sensation almost to the point where he nearly ran up from Prowl's finger. "Primus this is so weird!"

Prowl moved his free servo to grab Jazz's arm to keep him in place, "Just give it some time, you might enjoy it." 'Well, he hoped Jazz enjoyed it.' He circled his digit slowly, trying to spread the ports calipers more so he could add another digit.

Jazz gasped and tried to get off the finger again but it was a reflex, odd one at that because while it felt so weird it...it didn't feel bad. Actually if he focused on it, it was starting to feel really nice. 

"I-I guess we c-could try it." Jazz said out of breath.

Prowl smiled and showed some fang as he pushed a second digit inside and began properly stretching him. "Almost there, love," He purred against Jazz's audio and spread his digits with intent before pulling them out to coat one of his claspers with Jazz's lubricants.

He leant down and pressed an open mouth kiss to Jazz's neck cables while he moved his digits back to Jazz's port to spread it as he lined his spike up. Digits slipped out as he pressed his spike forward, the lubricants helping him glide in to a point. 

Prowl licked and nipped at Jazz's throat cables, urged on by the tight fit.

Jazz gasped, writhing against Prowl and unconsciously trying to pull away. A port that has never been used (he didn't even think about using), was suddenly being stretched in a way it had never been before. It felt both right and wrong. Well, maybe more wrong than right, but it did feel good, if uncomfortable. 

Jazz didn't even feel the other biting him. "Prowl, you kinky bastard." He groaned.

Prowl paused to nuzzle his lovers face as he pulled out briefly on to push back in a little deeper, "You can't tell me you aren't enjoying this." He took the chance to nip a quivering audio horn as he pinned Jazz down against the rock.

Jazz shuddered, gasping again as he became overwhelmed from all the sensations. He felt everything - from the bites to the spike in his other port and the hard scrape of the rocks as Prowl pressed him against them. However the only thing he didn't feel was the other spike, rubbing against his thigh.

"Prowl." Jazz whispered, visor offline.

Prowl grunted, barely hearing the soft whisper as he continued his steady pace, "Alright, love?"

Jazz nodded, shaking but Prowl was keeping him in place. He felt so full in a way he had never felt before. "Full." He mumbled, field rippling with both pleasure and something he couldn't quite place. He didn't even realize he was squeezing that port from time to time.

Prowl hummed and slowed his pace as he contemplated Jazz's still exposed valve. With their current position, Jazz was set up perfectly for Prowl to align both of his spikes into his small lover.

Jazz's visor suddenly flickered on in surprise when he felt something poking at his valve. "P-Prowler?" He mumbled, practically drugged by the pleasure. "W-what?"

A smirk flitted across the mer’s face as he dragged Jazz closer, sheathing his second spike into Jazz's valve at the same time. He groaned at the duel sensation of both of his claspers being squeezed by his lover’s ports. Fins flared on his back and hips as he shifted Jazz's closest leg over one of his shoulders so the other was fully open to him.

Jazz didn't have time to react.

He was too busy screaming his overload and Primus, was it a powerful one. He had never in his life felt so full so...penetrated that it was absurd. It felt so good it had to be wrong but damnit did it feel wonderful. His frame went rigid and stayed like that during the overload before he suddenly slumped, spent and offlined for a moment. 

Prowl groaned in surprise as Jazz's frame convulsed around him in an unexpected overload, triggering his own in the process. He grit his denta as he thrust a few times before he officially succumbed to it and remained hilted inside the other. His gills flared as they took in oxygen after their strenuous activity, he would need to take a dip shortly.

Jazz gave a soft groan as he onlined, visor flickering on a couple of times before managing to stay on. "...Two spikes." He mumbled. "...Wow." He had no idea why they had two spikes. 

Prowl chuckled at his lover’s words and squirmed in place for good measure to make sure Jazz could still feel him.

Jazz groaned, trying to shift. "Primus, even both spikes have transfluid...." He couldn't stop thinking about how full he felt. 

The mer leant down and nuzzled Jazz's throat cables before he eventually gave pity on his small lover and wiggled back until both spikes slid out from each port, leaving thick trails of silver transfluid to leak out.

"I think you look quite beautiful like this," He purred against Jazz's audio after taking a good look at the others appearance after their activities.

Jazz gave a small playful huff as he tried to sit up, arms shaking from under him. In the end he managed to sit up straight but he wasn't ready to stand just yet. Primus, he felt good and fragged.

Just then he winced as he felt the multiple scratches and bites all over his frame (that were slowly becoming something normal for him. It was amazing how one can get used to them). It seemed like Prowl was also quite excited given the bite marks over his body. And his aft port wasn't very happy. Even if it had felt oh so druggingly good moments before, he now felt sore.

"Are all fish-mechs so kinky?" Jazz asked drily.

"You'd have to ask them," Prowl chuckled as he crawled closer, "It's not everyday a bipedal mecha comes looking to play." Not to mention most of his kind saw Jazz as a meal, while Prowl saw him as a meal as well, just in a different sense.

Jazz gave an amused huff. "Should I thank Primus that when you saw me you were more horny than hungry?" He asked, shaking his helm. He then stopped as he realized something and gave Prowl a look. "...you've eaten mechs before. Right?" It just... he didn't delude himself that the other hasn't, even if it made him uncomfortable.

Prowl came close to Jazz's face, "I have." He answered simply before he pressed a kiss to Jazz's lips and nipped them gently as he pulled away.

"All this biting makes me feel like you want to eat me." Jazz said drily as he pulled slightly back to rub his lips. "I don't suppose you stopped eating mechs after I told you I love you, did you?"

Prowl hummed as he pushed Jazz back down and pulled him against his chest, "I'd be lying if I said I did. They sometimes just come too close for me to pass up an opportunity." He kissed Jazz again and sucked lightly on the smaller's bottom lip, "Though you will always be my favorite."

Jazz pulled slightly so he could speak, licking his bleeding lip. "The way you're going you're gonna take more than a little taste from me." He gave a soft laugh, thoughtful. "...Please don't eat mechs." He murmured. "I can bring you energon. What if you eat someone's bond mate? How would you feel if someone eats me? Besides, that sounds like a horrible death."

Prowl stiffened as he pulled Jazz back far enough to properly look him in the face, "No one will eat you, I've already made certain of that." He squeezed Jazz against him and wrapped his tail around Jazz's legs. 

Not that he often ate other bipedal mecha, only the few that ventured far enough out or entered his waters. It was much the same for the rest of his kind, after all there were bigger fish in the sea that could easily sustain them and were more common.

"How in the world did you make certain of that?" Jazz asked as he snuggled close, closing his panels. "S'not like there's TV underwater or a way for you to warn every mermech." He explained. "When I venture into the water to wait for you, someone might decide they're hungry and take me."

"I did tell you that I had already staked my claim on you," Prowl answered with a coy smile, "What do you think all of those bites were for?" He asked with a slight laugh as he nuzzled Jazz's cheek, "I do enjoy tasting you but they also serve another purpose."

"But it's just bite marks." Jazz murmured. "Anyone from my kind can do them. They're nothing special."

Prowl's optics flashed and narrowed at Jazz's words, "We'll see about that." He growled as he rolled them off of the rock and back into the water. 

The mer took a welcoming breath of water before he brought his fangs to Jazz's shoulder and bit down. Energon surfaced and flowed around them in the water before Prowl brought them back to the surface for Jazz's benefit.

Jazz coughed the moment his helm got above the water. Prowl startled him with their sudden transfer into the water but the real shock came when he bit him hard. Primus. No wonder they ate mechs with ease - those fangs were sharp! Even sharper when he was biting him with intent, unlike the light nips he did almost all the time.

"Ow!" Jazz said between coughs. When Prowl bit him under the water he couldn't help but inhale some of it. "Ow, ow, w-what was that for?" He said in pain, thankful that Prowl was keeping his helm above the water as one hand went to his shoulder. 

"That was for that insult you tossed at me," Prowl replied with offense, still not pleased that Jazz seemed to think nothing of his claim. He moved them back to the rock so Jazz could catch his bearings while Prowl merely crossed his arms and laid his helm on them as he watched his lover clear his vents.

"What insult are you talking about?" Jazz asked, still venting hard as he kept one hand on his bleeding shoulder. "You're crazy, look at how hard you bit me!" He complained, wincing. "...I knew you wanted to eat me."

Prowl's fins flared in agitation, "You said they were nothing special." He argued, probably more annoyed than he should be. Didn't his lover understand that his 'claims' were what kept him from being targeted by other mers?

"...I meant," Jazz started, exasperated, "That it's just bites. How the frag are other mermechs gonna know they are bites from you? Sheesh, the love of my life offends so easily." He winced, looking at his shoulder. "...Ever since I started dating you I look like a walking disaster. Jerk."

Prowl huffed and went back under, he doubted Jazz had anything to stop the flow of energon. Nothing that would withstand the waters minerals anyway. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for as it grew close to most rock formations. Hopefully he hadn't offended Jazz by disappearing without a word, not that he could really do anything about it since Prowl would have to swim him back to the shore later.

He resurfaced and dragged himself up on the rock next to Jazz. "Let me see," Prowl ordered as he reached for Jazz's shoulder to peer at his claim, more annoyed that he would have to cover it up.

Jazz winced as he removed his hand and gave a huff at the large bite marks. Okay, this was definitely the biggest bite Prowl had given him. And it would probably scar. But that mer probably would like that.

"Want another bite?" Jazz asked, "All of my friends think I'm either in an abusive relationship or I'm a masochist y'know." He watched the other hesitantly.

Prowl paused in wrapping Jazz's shoulder, "I thought you didn't like my bites." He tied off the sea mesh he'd plucked from the sea bottom and smoothed a servo over his lovers arm and down his side.

Jazz gave a small sigh of relief. Whatever Prowl placed on his arms had a very soothing effect. "I was being rhetorical since that's a rather generous bite you treated yourself to." He told him, watching him look and hesitated.

"...Do you think we can make it work? Us?" Jazz had asked that question often enough and sometimes when he thought about their future together it scared him because he wasn't sure what kind of future it would be.

Prowl was silent as he slowly directed Jazz to look at him, "It will work." He assured unmoving before he kissed Jazz gently on the lips, this time with no denta.

Jazz gave a soft hum, melting against the other and enjoying the gentle kiss before he nuzzled him. "...I wanna fall in recharge and wake up from it beside you. I want... a life together." He told him, reaching to brush his shoulder and then down his arm to gently brush his clawed servo. "And maybe, less... markings?" He laughed.

Prowl chuckled, "We wouldn't need any 'claims' if I were always with you." He brushed his chevron against Jazz's forehelm, "You know I would do anything for you."

Jazz gave him a fond smile, brushing his face. "Let's try with less... marking?" He laughed softly, lips swollen from the bite mark there.

Fins flickered as Prowl huffed a sigh of frustration but otherwise remained quiet as he nuzzled down Jazz's frame till his arms were wrapped around Jazz's waist, "No promises."

Jazz gave a soft sigh. He expected that answer and leant against the other as he watched the sea and the moonlight reflected on it. "It's beautiful here at night." He looked up. "You can see all the stars. You can't do this in Iacon."

"That's a shame," Prowl replied softly as he rested his helm against Jazz's abdomen, "Is that why you don't live in the city?"

"I don't have happy memories in the city, love." Jazz murmured. "I started being happy when I came here and got saved by a thankfully not hungry fish-mech when I slipped from the rocks."

"You were lucky I wasn't hungry that day. That you were cute, was just a plus," Prowl joked as he pulled back to look Jazz in the visor, "Are you ready to return?" 

"No." Jazz told him without thinking. "It means I gotta go to my berth alone. I don't want that."

Prowl smiled sadly and touched Jazz's helm with his own, "But you can't stay out here." He brushed his servo over Jazz's cheek, "You know I love you, right?"

Jazz would lie if he said he was 100% certain of that but Prowl more than once proved it to him and he smiled at him, leaning into the other's touch. "I do, love."

"Then you know, I can't keep you out here, lest you get sick," Prowl reasoned as he gathered Jazz into his arms.

"I don't care. I want to stay more here." Jazz argued softly and easily got out of the other's gentle embrace and jumped into the water, confident that Prowl wouldn't let him drown. 

That's how much he trusted him.

But at least he would buy some more time with the other.

Prowl startled and near panicked when Jazz dove into the water. Quickly he was diving back into the water after his sinking love. It only took a couple of strokes of his tail for him to catch up to Jazz and encircle him again in his arms. Soon they were breaching the waves and Prowl had shifted all of his attention to the small mech in his arms, "Are you crazy!"

"Yes. About you." Jazz coughed a little to clear his vents. Thankfully he closed his vents this time, expecting being submerged. "I want to stay more with you. I only have you during night and we can't stay long because you keep fretting I'll get sick."

"If you'd invite me into your home we wouldn't have this problem," Prowl admonished as he noted Jazz's shaking and decided it was time for Jazz to go home. "You need to get dry and warm," He spoke absently as he swam them back to shore.

"I'm fine." Jazz protested. "And what in the world are you talking about? Of course you're invited in my home! Jeez, didn't you know that? The only problem is getting you there."

Prowl didn't say another word until they made it to shore where he finally released Jazz. He nuzzled once they were on land and Jazz was no longer in danger of potentially drowning or jumping into deeper water where Prowl would have to fetch him again. "Please don't do that again," He pleaded as he pressed his helm to Jazz's chest.

"...It's not fair. I want us to live together. I want more than just fragging under the moonlight...no matter how awesome it is." Jazz murmured, resting his hands on the other's helm and petting him.

Prowl huffed, he felt the same as Jazz and could do something about it, but was hesitant.

"I'm not getting out of the water." Jazz mumbled, hugging Prowl. "I'm spending one night with you till the end even if I have to recharge in the water."

"Even if you catch a virus?" Prowl questioned, already knowing the answer. He'd blame himself if Jazz got sick from staying out in the cold with him.

"A virus is more than worth it." Jazz told him without thinking.

Prowl bumped his helm against Jazz's a few times, "You can be so stubborn." He mumbled under his breath. On one servo, if he did decide to go with Jazz, he wouldn't have to wait for him every night to show for them to be together while on the other servo he wouldn't be able to return to the sea, not the way he'd want to anyway. But he'd be with Jazz and that alone was reason enough, if Jazz would still want him anyway, "What would you do if I could stay...permanently?"

Jazz blinked at him. "I would be ecstatic! No, I would be more than that. I'll be just..." He gave him a sad smile. "That's my dream. But it's just that. A dream."

"But you would want me to?" Prowl questioned in earnest.

"Yes. Anything to have you live with me. For us to have a chance to be together." Jazz murmured, brushing his face.

"...I can do that," Prowl whispered against an audio horn and nipped it lightly.

For once Jazz didn't complain about the bite. "Wait, what?" He asked, shocked.

"Exactly what I said," Prowl replied as he pulled back to look at Jazz. "I can stay...permanently...if you want me to. Just say the word and I will stay."

"Prowl...you have to explain more." Jazz whispered, shocked. "What are you talking about? How can you stay permanently?"

"We can transform, but only once," Prowl answered softly, "Once we do, we have a couple of joors where we can choose to return to our original form or remain in our new one." Prowl took Jazz's servos in his own webbed ones, "I can change and stay...for you...for us."

"Prowl... I...I don't know what to say." Jazz whispered, shaking either from the cold or emotions. Probably both. In the end he took Prowl's face in his hands and brought their foreheads together, giving a soft sigh. "I would love that. More than anything. But I... You love the sea, Prowler. You're made for it. I can never forgive myself for taking you away from it. Even worse, what if you grow to resent you choice? No. I refuse to be the reason of your unhappiness. If anything, I want to be your reason for happiness, not the other way around."

"You would be my reason for happiness," Prowl moved his servos to cup Jazz's face in return, "I don't want to be the reason for your unhappiness, and I can see it every time you have to go." He leant forward and gently pressed his lips against his loves.

"You say that now," Jazz whimpered against his lips, "But given time, the ache for the water and sea will slowly kill you from inside. I can't... I can't allow that."

"You would continue to come every night to see me," Prowl spoke softly, knowing Jazz would, no matter how much he'd yearn for more. "But I can learn to love other things, my Jazz," He stroked Jazz's cheek.

"I think.... you should sleep on it." Jazz murmured. "Think about it. Maybe even talk with other mers. If...if you do this I don’t want you regretting anything."

"As long as you've been coming out here to see me? I would not regret it," Prowl tried to assure his lover, "If you want me to wait, I will, but I want you to know that I would very much love to build a family with you."

"...What if you grow to resent your life with me?" Jazz whispered and then joked through tears, "You wouldn’t be able to eat me if you do, y'know?"

Prowl wiped Jazz's tears away with a humorous smile, "Do you expect to do something for me to regret it, love?"

"No." Jazz mumbled. "...Just... I'm scared."

The mer smiled sadly at his lover’s plight and gently laid them down in the sand, "If you really don't want me to change, I won't."

"...But I do want you to change. I just... I want you to be happy. That’s it."

"And you make me happy," Prowl spoke in earnest, "If you didn't I wouldn't constantly wait for you to show every night, even on the nights when you didn't show."

"I only didn't show when I was sick or there were storms, love." Jazz murmured and took a deep breath. "How does it work? The...transformation?"

"It involves a lot of mass shifting, mostly because of the tail, but once done it will take several joors to settle and integrate before it becomes permanent," Prowl explained in the simplest way he could.

"...Does it hurt?" Jazz murmured.

"I...don't know," Prowl answered hesitantly, "I've never done it before and it's rare for my kind to choose land over water in general." 

He brushed Jazz's cheek soothingly, "It's nothing for you to concern yourself over."

"I'm always concerned about you, love. I can't turn it off." Jazz smiled at him. "And...I will be beyond happy if you turn. However, not now. I want you to think about it for three orns. And if on the third orn you still want to...then I guess I'll have to go berth shopping for a bigger berth, hmm?"

Prowl flashed sharp denta at his lover and nuzzled his cheek, "If that's what you want, then I will wait." The mer pulled back after several kliks of holding his small lover in his arms, "But you have to promise me you'll get home so you don't catch a cold."

"...Alright." Perhaps this was one of the last times he had to separate with Prowl like that. Maybe one orn very seen they'll go home, together.

Prowl smiled warmly and leant down to deliver a gentle kiss to his small lovers lips as a parting gift for the night. Soon he'd be able to go home with Jazz and would no longer have to wait and wonder what the other was doing till the next night came.


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